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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 4:57 am
Another two weeks passed by and Bridget scored big.... it was an elder vampire.
He had underestimated Bridget as a fly easily swatted aside and crushed beneath
his feet. But he had been wrong....he was to fast for Bridget to hit with her glocks
9 mm(modified) so she had to take him on hand-to-hand. She resisted his psychic
ability to control someone and when that failed he came at her and Bridget let him
get a hold on her.
That's when things got interesting as the elder vampire found out Bridget was not a frail victim but a hunter by her own rights. It lasted about 20 minutes with each doing damage to each other... Bridget's left arm was badly slashed as were her abdomen and right leg. The elder was injured across his chest a stab wound where his spleen should be and a neck wound which caught his jugular vien. Bridget was tiring out so she faked the damage the elder did when he attacked again then dropped swiftly to the roof top and swept the elder off his feet and while
he was down rolled and placed the 'Sidhe' blade across his neck decapatating him.
Bridget used her first aid kit on her wound to staunch the blood then left the area with the elder's skull and a ring from the left hand. She went to a doctor who never asked questions and got herself stitched up and bandaged and was paid his usual fee..she left and returned to the room at the hotel after 'loosing' her duster
and going to the stash to get the extra duster....she would have to buy a few more if this kept up.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:36 am
A purple Suzuki Hayabusa could be seen speeding down the main streets, it's riders medium length hair of similar color flapping wildly behind him. He noticed it was beginning to get closer to winter from the temperature of the air, but he didn't mind the cold. His purple eyes scanned the roads as he came to a stop in front of a red light, and he wondered whatever happened to all the other rebels. They all seemed to have disappeared. He feared perhaps that they had all gone into hiding, or were captured by his enemies for allying themselves to him. He hoped that it was the former rather than the latter.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 9:11 am
Cady was not even listening when this latest victim of the nameless hunter, who's face he knew, fell, but the defiant psychic roar of the falling elder pierced his mental shroud, and it was all he could do to remain on his feet, the vampire screaming out across the mindscape out in Latin and Greek and Arabic as his soul departed. The slow festering anger in Cady's soul boiled forth into pure blind rage, and he smashed a dumpster into a crooked ball with a series of enraged kicks, smashing bricks from the wall at the end of the alley, and shaking mortar loose. When he was done it looked like the scene of a small explosion, unless you look closely enough in which case it would seem more like an implosion. His eyes had been wild in his rage, but they began to appear less so, blood sweat running down his forehead. Never had he felt so openly for his race, but so many years, 10... 20... 50 mortal life spans, destroyed. This made his blood boil again, and he returns the vampires curses with a roar of anger, and they mingle and echo across the web of voices for a few moments, before the last dregs of the destroyed vampire's soul depart this plane for good.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 10:50 am
He heard the feral screams nearby over the purr of his engine. He knew only an immortal could scream so. But should he get involved? It might even be bait by his enemies to trap him. But he knew that his conscience would not allow him to ignore the distress of a fellow immortal. Unity was the entire backbone of his beliefs now, as well as for the Rogue Knights. He made a sharp right turn when the light turned green, the car next to him honking as he cut in front of him and sped off into the night, toward the scream that pierced it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 10:58 am
Cady finely attuned senses pick up the motorbike, even in his rage. The roads were eerily empty, and probably a good job, as he had screamed outloud as well as into the voice. And he knew that at full capacity his voice was as loud as an electronically amplified one in a nightclub, perhaps even a concert hall. He realises, too, that whatever is coming towards him is neither mortal nor vampire.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:03 am
Asmodai sped on, until he sensed the nearby immortal. "A vampire...one in great distress it would seem." He saw the alley that he was in and made a sharp turn again, nearly hitting the ruined dumpster and forcing his brakes down, leaning back, causing his back to spin ninety degrees before stopping right in front of Cady. He looked around, seeing the destruction, and seeing too the unharmed Cady. He was able to put two and two together and figure he'd done this himself. In rage?
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:11 am
Mike wanders around the city. watching the mortals as they go about their buisnes. I hope i'll find something tasty soon...
Something young and male. though i'll settle for female if i can't find any cute males...walking around Mike notices somebody traveling at great speed in to a alley, almost hitting a dumpster. I wonder whats that all about...
But... I shouldn't mess with things i know nothing about...
I'll watch from a distance, and figure out whats happening.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:16 am
Cady looks at the bike advancing and, at first, does not recognise the demon astride it. He is glowering at him for no good reason, as he skids to a halt, and eventually picks up the unshielded thoughts overflowing, his abilities heightened by the emotion. Yes, in a rage. He speaks directly into Asmodai's mind, though anyone receptive and close enough could hear, why do you care?
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:20 am
He was a bit off his guard, not expecting his mind to be read and responded to. "I came thinking a fellow immortal was in trouble." He narrowed his eyes a bit as he surveyed the scene more closely. "But I suppose not, though I'd hate to be whatever it is that YOU are angry at tonight."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:28 am
Amused at the obvious loss of control of a fellow vampire. Mike decided to stick around and listen in on the conversation. Even though he knew it wasn't polite, it was the most entertaining he's had since arriving in New York. //I wonder who that other fellow is with the bike...//
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:30 am
Cady laughs a bit, he was regaining his composure, though droplets of blood still hung on his forehead. "No, I would hate to be her, too. If I find her, she'll die... but, this is none of your concern." He says, taking out a hankerchief, which he wipes his forehead with and then throws on the ground.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:32 am
He looked down to the handkerchief and then back to Cady. "I consider the well being of my fellows my concern, and I consider all immortals my fellows, despite the constant feuding between the races. But suit yourself."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:42 am
Recognision dawns on cady's face, and he laughs again, "It's you! The one who 'united' the races... Well you fought the wrong war, the races will never be united, unless they are fighting someone. I think we should eradicate the hunters, but we don't need your reble faction to do that, if any remain."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:44 am
He shrugged. "Think what you will." With that he got back on his bike, revved up the engine, and sped off with a screech of tires.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:45 am
Mike sighed.
Whatever had happened it was already over.
To-bad, some entertainment would not have gone amiss.
Carefully Mike retreated from listening in on the conversation.
The vampire was obviously getting his composure back, and it would not do to be caught listening in on a conversation that was none of his business.
Mike looked around to see if something else could capture his attention, but came up lacking...
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